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Yesterday. I told my my that we needed dog food, simple. My dad asked if she could pick up some fdd while she was there. I was called downstairs by my mom, she asked if I wanted anything. I said no. Then she asked about ceral. I said 'I don't want Cinimin Toast Crunch'. My dad didn't give me the chance to finish my sentence and went off on me. He was all like your not the only one in this house, and you don't have to eat it. I was pissed and went to my room. He was saying all this stuff about me. I called Jenny to see if she could pick me up before 6:30. I came back down stairs, and was asked if I was pissed or what. All I said was I would like to finish what I was saying before someone went off on me. My dad went off again. He said he didn't go off, and asked if I wanted to see him go off. I apoligized for asuming that he was going off, and said that, that was how I saw it. He was like 'how was that going off'. That is when Jenny came. Yes!!! I was just saying how I was starting to get over him. I felt that church was for me and about God, not to get out of my house. Nevermind. I, ugh. Biting my tounge is starting to get a little hard. Can ya'll pray for me please? Thanks a lot.
That's my story,
~me~